Tekster:
Marillion Brave

What a brave, brave girl Never lied before Such a plain deceit Everyone would eventually know What a brave, brave girl Never loved before Placed

They try to trace her in the town Appeal for information on the local news Someone must have missed her by now A mother or a father or a friendly face

See those people there? They look after me This is a photograph of who I might be Man in a uniform, bride on his arm Mum always was a fool for money

Heading for the great escape Heading for the rave Heading for the permanent holiday Heading for the winter trip Heading for the slide Heading for

"A bridge is not a high place..." Staring out over the bridge A million photo flashes from the water down below Dawn light bouncing through the mist

I think I have become one of the hollow men As I shine on the outside more these days I can feel the outside feeding on my inside Leaves a growing darkness

Did you cry when they dragged you home Put a lock on the door and the telephone Was a runaway girl all they could see Have the nights and the days that

Well I hear that you were looking out to hunt me down And I guess you're used to having everything you want But you know that love can be as hard as

Good morning! When you look into the mirror Do you see a face you hardly recognise If you look into the sun too long Do the things you see begin to